Stories tagged “existential”

Without thinking, or with really fast thinking I couldn’t track, I bolted from the portapotty. The woman had noticed the gate and the undulating mass of eager hands emerging from behind it.
“Run left!” I screamed as I sprinted to my r...

“It’s getting dark,” she said.
“Don’t worry, I will help you find your way,” he reassured her.
He tightened his hold on her hand and smiled sincerely. She looked down to his bare feet as they made contact with the co...

She was watching him, waiting
“You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?”
The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...

It’s laying before me, polished, brand new. It even smells like a new car but then again it’s the formaldehyde.
You can’t tell she’s artificial, I kept myself from using organic materials as they would eventually rot. I discover...

“As mortals watch the day, colossal rains fall into the emptiness.”
Those were the last words he had said as he died, and I’d never understood them until now that I stood at the edge of everything, invisible in my raiment of rags. Lig...

When they arrived at the
scene blood was already
running down my cheek and
I knew my time was short
and that I was about
to die soon so I thought
back about my sad short
seventeen years spent on
this earth and I thought hard
about the ways I spent
my t...

11:11
i’d wish for happiness but
my soul’s too heavy to jump for joy. it
stares through windows
types in small caps
dreams through stained glass and in porcelain houses
it seeks meaning, and finds nothing but a trace
a trace like a number...

sorry
i’m sorry
i’ll stop
i’ll stop being poetic
apologetic, nostalgic
art is dead. romance is dead.
faith is dead, much like I am
i’ve been dead for months and months
don’t bask in the warmth of half-hearted sentiments
th...

this poem doesn’t mean anything
really now, this poem doesn’t mean anything
you can delve past the surface
kick past the currents of stanzas
and line breaks, the arbitrary schools of diction
but you will find nothing
as this poem doesnR...

Who goes in the shadows?
You there. Are you there?
where black hole’s freeze
the rolling waves and warm breeze of time’s
coastline? Tied-tight-n-outta-sight in no time.
That’s why I’m unconfined—— so is your mind.
We’re not bein...